Aug 18, 2019 11:27 AM
A Luehmani and a Rianchimaru in Boyfriend Dungeon
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The lunch rush landed on the mall food court, filling it with people, shouts of 'Coffee for Tabitha! Tabitha?' and a severe lack of tables to be properly antisocial on.

Despite Louie best efforts to project an aura of 'go away', two office workers sat down at her table, cheerily chatting over their salads. They're frustratingly immune to glares from people wearing hi-vis over a stab vest. (And okay, they're totally allowed to sit at this table, it's not like she actually owns this table. But still. They didn't even ask.)

She does her best to ignore them. She just got off from A Shift-- the sort that makes you question how the general public has managed to keep themselves alive for so long, question what is up with the state of public education and water supplies that so many idiots are running around, along with the standard questioning your faith in humanity. Not to mention this is the first day of her new schedule, with all the fun sleep cycle fuckery that implies. While it is lunch time for normal, daywalking people, it's dinner for her, and she's been up far too long.

Short of it is: It's been a day where she deserves donuts with dangerous amounts of cinnamon for dinner. For lunch. (For dunch.)

 

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After some messing with a mapping app, they're on their way. It's a long drive through city traffic, and the area around the mall's cordoned off. Apparently evacuations are on going, even with the dunj closed.

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Of course the evacuation's ongoing. Nobody'd let a little thing like their not being a dunj stop them from clearing things out. 

...though any investigation would be easier without the general public stomping about. So.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." She steps out of the car.

She looks around, looking for someone vaguely authoritative looking that she can waltz up and say 'hello, not dead, not missing, dunj just closed weirdly, you're welcome.' (Well, maybe not that last part. Random people deciding to be heroes are A Problem, and, well, at the time that was what she was.)

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There's a very haggard looking officer, directing a few others to help keep people from swarming the paramedics.

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Sorry, Haggard Officer, for being about to make your life a whole lot more complicated.

She wanders over. "I'm one of the people who jumped through the portal. Just wanted to make sure no one thought I was dead."

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He turns. "Only one person by that description," he says. "Witnesses reported a woman jumping through, and not reappearing. You'll need to make a statement, assuming you're not bullshitting me."

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Statements. Fun. Still, they gotta happen.

"Yeah, I can do that."

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He's too busy to take her statement, so he calls her appearance in, and then shortly enough someone will come along.

"We can talk here," the woman says, "Or at the station, whatever you're more comfortable with."

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"No, here's good."

She makes a statement. A very statement-y statement. Contains all the important bits, of course, though she takes pains to not give any detail that was not absolutely necessary. People were in danger, she went into the protect them, rendezvoused with some actual dunj clearers, portal got closed, she got dumped out a different portal than the one she entered in.

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She'll be let go eventually; it helps that there's still a lot of things going on that need attention. The woman takes her contact information, says she'll be in touch, and that Louie should contact them if she remembers anything else.

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Mhhm. Yep. Definitely going to get in contact later. Totally.

She goes to check on Lianne and Marian, if they're still around.

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Having less luck with giving statements, apparently.

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Well, they don't know the statement takers, that'd delay things.

She waits for them.

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They get let go eventually.

"Hey. You doing alright?" Lianne asks.

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"As good as ccan be expected. You guys doing okay?"

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"Marian's still pouting. And, well, there's - a lot for us to figure out. For me to figure out."

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"Yeah, it sounds-- it sounds rough."

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"I think it'd be easier if this had been in possibility space. Or. Well. If Marian hadn't been kind of an asshole."

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She's just, uh, gonna leave the asshole comment there. Not because she doesn't sympathise, but she doesn't know enough about their relationship to be sure that she isn't stepping on a landmine, or something only Liane is allowed to say.

"Yeah, I'm not an expert or anything, but I'd never heard of anything like that. Someone's gotta be the first, but being first sucks."

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"Hopefully this isn't the 'get an effect named after you' sort of first. Though being on the literal cutting edge could be interesting, heh."

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She tries, and fails, to stiffle a giggle, and it comes out as a sort of 'snrk!' sound. 

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"On the one hand: it's possible no one knows how to fix this. On the other: research opportunity!"

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"That's-- certainly looking on the bright side of things."

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"It's a weird personality combination I think. 'Everything is science' plus 'if it doesn't kill you...'"

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"From the scientist's I've heard talking-- okay, so it's not all of them, but it's a lot of them."

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"Marian's more cautious with his own health. Or was. It'll be a process, figuring out how different things shake out..."

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